Chapter 470 "Ten Thousand Swords Return to Their Origin"

"What's wrong with Junior Brother Zhang? Did you have to jump down and swim for a while just to pee?"

When Zhao Changhe was asking questions, someone in the room walked out of the door. When he reached the corner of the door, he suddenly felt numb in his chest. He had been acupunctured by Yue Hongling.

The last person in the room didn't know what happened outside. A red shadow flashed by and was also acupunctured.

Yue Hongling took them to the forest one by one and asked them one by one. When they came out and saw Zhao Changhe, they compared their statements and found that they were roughly the same.

"I have another theory. It's said that it wasn't so cold when they first came. It's summer these days, but it's getting colder."

"There must be a reason for this environmental change... What special measures did they take?"

Yue Hongling said: "It is said that Shi Wuding set up a sword formation in the cave at the back. I don't know if this is the reason. The sword formation is all participated by his Wu Zi sword slaves. Outsiders cannot enter and can only guard outside for him. However, this snowy mountain is very cold. In theory, no one comes here at all. Who would be so hard to guard? They are just sleeping and drinking."

"No wonder, it seems that the guards are sparse. So it seems that his Wu Zi sword slaves..." Zhao Changhe paused. He really didn't want to use the word "sword slave" to describe his friend, so he still used the word generation name: "There are not many people who come from his generation without the word generation name. It's not as good as the state that Li Si'an introduced that there are sword huts everywhere in Shu."

Yue Hongling said: "This is inevitable. This method involves a lot of energy. How can there be many... Bashu is related to the sword hut everywhere. Most of them should be normal swordsmen who are asking for advice. The wordless sword slaves are mixed in and don't attract attention. In fact, the number of wordless sword slaves should not exceed one palm... This may be the reason why Shi Wuding has never been able to break through the bottleneck."

Zhao Changhe nodded slightly. This analysis makes sense.

According to this method, if it can be spread all over the world, it will be sharp. Not only the three-level secret collection, I'm afraid that the subsequent so-called "control" realm will be no problem-according to reason, this should be a routine that can only be played by the "control" realm. It's too difficult for Shi Wuding to practice this. It's not easy to have one palm.

But with such a small number, how can he break through? The sword intent they mastered might not be as much as the heavenly book cheat Zhao Changhe opened. Zhao Changhe couldn't even touch the second secret with this. Shi Wuding wanted to use these few to break the third secret. It was not a joke...

Maybe they could break through with normal practice, but they couldn't break through with a lot of energy spent here...

No wonder they became more and more radical and chose to combine Miaojiang Gushu to control the ready-made masters as sword slaves...

Zhao Changhe pondered and said, "According to this, it is very likely that the sword formation is short of manpower, and knowing that Wubing has arrived in Bashu, they let Wubing fill the gap... And this sword formation must have problems. Wubing will not agree to it under normal circumstances, and he must take back the control... Now I don't know how to achieve this, do we need to face each other? Or can it be done from a distance..."

Yue Hongling looked up at him and said, "Even if it can be done from a distance, it must be within a certain range, otherwise there is no need to trick Han Wubing to come here... He should not have arrived yet, you must go and stop him immediately, maybe it is still in time."

"Then you..."

"This sword formation has caused problems with the weather, making you and me uneasy, which is very serious. I am worried that it may be forced to start even without Han Wubing, so we must pay attention. In this way, you and I will split into two groups... You go to stop Han Wubing, which may involve Shi Wuding leaving the sword formation to find you, and I will ambush here and wait for an opportunity to destroy the sword formation."

"Okay. Be careful."

"You should be careful too."

The young couple did not say a word of extra nonsense, and the assignment was determined, and Zhao Changhe left the mountain quickly.

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In the dark night, Han Wubing slowly moved forward, looking at the mountains looming in the darkness in the distance.

His route was different from Zhao Changhe's. He came here directly from Bashu, from north to south; Zhao Changhe came from Dali, but from the southeast, so the two sides could not meet.

The master wanted to settle the grudge with him, and invited him to meet at the new mountain gate, and also "let the wanderer recognize the sect". This kind of human words, which were rarely heard in the solemn and cold swordsman sect, made Han Wubing feel a little inexplicably touched.

Deep in his heart, he always had a feeling of admiration for his master. It seemed that a voice was telling him that there could be no unsolvable grudges with the master. Go and talk to the master... He was more than 30 on the human list, and he was also qualified to return home and talk to the master.

He didn't know that he was just a sword slave who had been preset since childhood... But he knew that something was wrong with the sect, and he knew it before.

Jianlu was in Bashan, and there was no industry. Where did the money to support a sect come from?

But the master seemed to have an inexhaustible supply of money, and many senior brothers were also rich, and no one knew where it came from.

Although the senior brothers often travel around the world, and many of them often die outside and never come back, the world says that Jianlu disciples rarely travel outside.

There is no other reason. It is actually quite simple to know the inside story in Jianlu. Not long after, a senior brother revealed it to him, do you want to collect the bounty together?

Han Wubing thought they were bounty hunters, and after following them for a few times, he found out that they were not bounty hunters, but killers.

Bashan Jianlu is the public identity of Tingxue Tower, and the killer business is the main source of income for Jianlu. Among them, Tingxue Tower also has peripheral killers, who are all scattered people recruited from all over Bashu, so their cultivation is varied, and the real core killers are all Jianlu disciples.

Han Wubing couldn't accept it... Bounty hunters and killers sound similar, they are the opposite of yin and yang. So he stopped participating, and his relationship with the master became more and more unfriendly.

On the bank of the Sword Lake, a fellow sect member seized the sword and killed his friend, which only triggered a rift. The lead to the rift had been laid for a long time... Of course, he didn't know that this was a sword path prepared by his master based on his temperament. He and everyone The different choices actually made Shi Wuding extremely happy.

From beginning to end, it's just a live-action drama.

Earlier, Han Wubing also knew that Tingxuelou had received the bounty for killing Zhao Changhe, but they were all peripheral assassins pretending to be beggars and waiters. No real Jianlu disciples had taken action yet, so Han Wubing fell down. I don't think this matter has anything to do with me. When he found out that Ying Shuang was looking for Zhao Changhe, Han Wubing couldn't sit still.

Damn it, the forces that offered a reward to assassinate Zhao Changhe have basically reconciled with Zhao Changhe. The person who issued the wanted order from the imperial court has hugged and kissed him, and the person from the Blood God Sect who issued the reward has knelt down. Damn it... call me the Holy Son.

So who is still offering rewards now?

It didn't matter who was offering the reward, Yingshuang was his senior brother, and Zhao Changhe couldn't handle it if he was a cultivator in the thirties.

So he searched for thousands of miles and blocked the senior brother in Jiange.

Looking at the snow-capped mountains in front of him, Han Wubing suddenly thought, maybe this just started to fit the name of Tingxue Tower?

The past is over... Since Master wants to reconcile today, let's talk about it. Why did we, who were born for the sword, become the devil in the dark night? This shouldn't be the case.

While thinking about it, my footsteps have already entered the snow-capped mountains.

The moment he stepped in, Han Wubing's expression changed slightly and he was about to pull back.

He felt that he had entered a strange realm. His mind became trance-like, his memory became blurred, and his thinking began to stagnate. There seemed to be whispers echoing in the sea of ​​​​soul. All consciousness faded, and only the shadow of the master became more and more prominent.

Han Wubing was no rookie at this time, so he suppressed his dazed spirit and quickly evacuated.

There were shadowy figures behind him, and countless people were suddenly blocked.

Han Wubing was in a daze again... Why couldn't his spiritual sense detect the existence of these people? They are all...

Are they all dead?

No, there is a living person... who is also an acquaintance of Zhao Changhe, Lan Wujiang, whom he fought during the sword test of hundreds of tribes a few days ago.

"As expected of being disease-free." Lan Wujiang's expression at this time was even stiffer than that day. His face was as pale as a zombie, but he still seemed to be conscious and able to talk: "I was able to realize it at the first time and get out in time... But Now that you are here, don’t go back... Isn’t it good for Jianlu?”

Han Wubing could barely hear the previous words, only the last few words resounded in his heart over and over again.

Isn’t Jianlu good? Isn’t Jianlu good?

He covered his head hard and gasped: "What...is going on..."

"Nothing... The wanderers who are out there always have to return to their places... Wanjian returns to the sect, that's all." Lan Wujiang's face was expressionless, as if he was stating something that was natural: "Your cultivation has progressed so fast. The sect master is very happy. With the arrival of your level, the last piece of the puzzle has been filled in. "

"Choke!" Before he could finish speaking, Han Wubing suddenly drew his sword and was about to forcefully leave.

But this sword is very strange. It still looks sharp, but it is like playing house against Lan Wujiang. Every movement and luck he makes is as if he is playing with the opponent, and he is easily beaten. The ground was set aside.

Several expressionless sword slaves nearby rushed up, grabbed Han Wubing and took him up the mountain.

Han Wubing's head felt dizzy again, and he found that he didn't even have the strength to struggle, and his eyelids began to fight. What's even weirder is that the desire in my heart is still to go up the mountain... Why do I still want to go up the mountain?

Is this a poison? Or some kind of curse?

Han Wubing carefully guarded the mourning platform and quickly looked inside, but for a while he couldn't find any problem at all.

Is it true, as people from the Central Plains say, that the Miao territory should not be entered lightly, and you are inexplicably killed without even knowing why...

I'm so unwilling... I just came back for a look out of love for my master... Is it really like what they said, that all seven human emotions are wrong and are obstacles to the way of the sword?

At this moment, the sky burst into blood.

Under the moonlight, a blood-colored figure jumped down from the mountain, holding a huge broad knife in both hands, and slashed straight at the sky and the earth: "Get out of here!"

Lan Wujiang looked up in shock. The moon was full on the top of the mountain, and the figure seemed to be in the middle of the moon. He couldn't see his face clearly. Only his bright red eyes were left, like a god and demon looking down.

Han Wubing, who was almost unconscious, showed a smile.

Who said they are all obstacles? There is always something that stubbornly proves to the world.

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